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Western medicine is treating
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instead of a whole,
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Strike action at the
London Dockyards

entered its seventh week today

with little sign
of a resolution.

Union leader Joseph Walsh
addressed a mass meeting

of dockworkers
early this afternoon.

And this government...

The government
that we put into office,

this Labour
government, so-called...

Has sold us down the river!

If we don't make a stand,

in another 10 years
there'll be no London Docks.

If we don't fight now,

all this will be sold off
and built on by developers.

Well, he got that right.
That's Canary Wharf now.

1975.

A Labour government
with a majority of three.

Inflation is going
through the roof.

And Joe Walsh is leading the
National Union of Crane Drivers

in a strike that could
paralyze the docks.

There you are. Look.

Mr. Walsh, can you
comment on press reports

that your union has been
receiving secret funds

from the Soviet Union?

No comment.

And that these funds have been
diverted for your personal use?

You what?! Come here, you!

That's a very strong
reaction, Mr. Walsh.

You keeping your
own hours, Brian?

I was on inquiries.

- That's Joe Walsh, isn't it?
- Yep.

He was a bit of a hero of mine.

That explains a lot.

Joe Walsh's body was
recovered from the Thames

on May 20, 1975,

days after these financial
rumors began to circulate.

Look, he got caught
with his fingers in the till

and topped himself.

What's the mystery?

Cabinet papers for
1975 have been released

under the 30-year rule.

When Harold Wilson
asked for comments

on the dock strike,

the Minister for Economic
Security said, and I quote,

"In my opinion,

Joe Walsh is a
politically motivated man

holding the country to ransom.

What's the Security
Service doing?

This man needs to be
brought down urgently.

Do whatever it takes."

I think we should
reopen this case

and find out if Joe
Walsh committed suicide

or if they disposed of him.

High-profile case.
Politics. Security.

It'll be a minefield.

Still, you've all been
'round the block a few times.

I hope you know
to tread carefully.

And I'll watch your
back as much as I can.

But don't push your luck.

The body was recovered
further downriver,

but the original
investigation reckoned

that he went in about here.

No, I think it's all bollocks.

Would you care to
expand on that, Gerry?

Well, if MI5 went 'round

knocking off stroppy
trade unionists in the '70s,

the mortuaries would
be standing room only.

Yeah, but they'd
been told to target him.

No, they targeted all sorts.

I've got an old mate who used to
be in the trade-union movement.

He might be able to
shed some light on things.

And someone ought to be looking
at the union's financial records

to find out whether Walsh
really did have his hand in the till.

Well, I'll have a go at that.

I've got experience
in that field.

Eh?

Brian used to be a Police
Federation representative.

Yeah, first sign he
was going barmy.

Any surviving witnesses?

Well, there's his
daughter, of course... Anita.

- Not the Anita Walsh?
- The same.

Oh, yeah! You and
I can go talk to her.

And, Jack, someone's
got to approach MI5.

Thank you.

Listen, I was brought
up around here,

and just for old times' sake,
I wondered if it'd be all right

if I pick something
up on the way back.

Yeah. As long as
it's not contagious.

These writers don't live in
garrets anymore, do they?

The ones who write airport
blockbusters don't, no.

Mm. Could have some of that.

What?

T-The property.

Very desirable.

Oi!

You're not leaving
that filthy stuff in my car.

Every Friday, my old mum would
send me to that very butcher's

with a few pennies
just to buy some tripe.

That was all we
could afford, you see.

- We had to make do.
- Mm.

Oh, hello.

- Miss Walsh?
- Yes?

I'm Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

This is Gerry Standing.

We need to talk to you
about your late father.

We're reinvestigating his death.

Can we come in?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

It's tripe.

Ah, yeah. Sorry.

Um, can I leave it
here for a minute?

Thank you.

Ugh.

Technically speaking,
it's a cock-up.

It's cocked-up, yeah.

Hello?

He's had to remove
the doors and...

- Anybody home?
- Can I help you?

Oh. I'm looking
for Frank Benson.

I'm an old friend of his.

My name's Halford. Jack Halford.

You're Jack?

Yeah, I can see now.

Granddad's always
kept the photos.

- You must be Karen.
- Yeah.

Come in. I expect
he's nodded off.

Gramps?

You've got a visitor.

Well, now, Frank.

It's been a while.

Piss off.

He was under a lot of pressure.

He was trying to run a strike.

He was being slagged
off by the government.

And on top of that, he was
being smeared in the media

for taking money from
foreign governments

and putting it in
his own pocket.

You don't think he
took the money?

Oh, he had his faults.

But he was as straight
as a telegraph pole.

What did you make of the rumors?

How should I know?

I wasn't involved in
trade-union politics.

You say he had his faults.
What did you have in mind?

My dad liked
getting his own way.

He didn't like
being contradicted.

I was a teenage girl.

I had all the usual issues
with my dad, you know?

Oh, clothes, staying out
late, boyfriends, smoking.

The stuff everybody
goes through.

Only most people get
a chance to work it out.

I never did.

I loved him.

Look, I know this
must be difficult for you,

but do you think you could
help us to locate anybody

that might have been
close to him at the time?

You could try Brendan.

- Who's that?
- Brendan Dyer.

He was the deputy
general secretary.

He and his wife, Rose,
were very good to me.

- And you're still in touch?
- Yes.

Here.

This is where you'll find them.

Thank you, Miss Walsh.
We really appreciate this.

Listen, while you've got
your pen in your hand,

could you sign
this for me, please?

- I'm a big fan.
- Certainly.

"To Gerry." With a "G."

- Thank you very much.
- There you go.

"To Gerry, who could charm
the birds from the trees...

if only he gave up the tripe."

Yes.

- Thank you.
- Thank you very much.

Bye-bye.

My God, that looks nasty.

Something from the
forensic pathology lab?

Medication.

Look out!

I can confirm the
Security Service

did have a file on
Joseph Walsh in 1975.

Can I see it?

The file was
reclassified as "inactive"

at the time of
Mr. Walsh's death.

And after a suitable
interval, it was destroyed.

Is there any record

of what actions the
Security Service took?

No.

That is to say, we have
no reason to assume

they took any actions.

A Cabinet minister
asked for action.

I think, strictly speaking, he
was asking for information.

There may have
been nothing to report.

If you've destroyed the files,

I want to talk to the
officers of the Service

who were involved
in this matter.

We're talking about 30
years ago, Mr. Halford.

Anyone senior enough
to be involved in a matter

of such political sensitivity
would be long retired.

And, indeed, quite
likely deceased.

So I'm banging my
head against a brick wall?

Well, I hope you don't feel
we're being uncooperative.

There is, of course, an
independent commission

to whom you can refer any
complaints you may have

about the Service.

How many complaints has
the commission ever upheld?

I'm happy to say that
we have a clean sheet.

Look out, mate!

You have plenty to
keep you busy here.

She's been keeping me
busy for the last 30 years.

Still, you got to have
an interest, haven't you?

And it actually goes, does it?

Hey!

We're sailing to
Spain this weekend.

Blimey, you're bold.

Oh, our daughter,
Gracie, lives there.

We're gonna see our
grandson for the very first time.

You do know why we're here?

Yeah. No, Anita phoned.

You were top man in the union
after Joe Walsh, weren't you?

Oh ho! There was
only one top man.

Joe depended on you.

Well, for the everyday
things, maybe.

You know, paperwork and that.

No, Joe was a real leader.

He could hold a mass
meeting in the palm of his hands.

And I'm talking
about hard cases.

Dockers, you know?

The truth is, Brendan
did a lot of the work,

and Joe got a lot of the glory.

Were you involved in
the union as well, Rose?

Yes, I trained as a teacher,

but I became an education
officer for the union.

That's how I met Bren.

Brendan, according
to the original inquiry,

you were the last person
to see Joe Walsh alive.

Yeah.

Yes, we'd spent the day with
George McCready, the treasurer.

And that's who's now
Lord McCready, right?

Yeah.

We were going through the books

'cause the news had
just broken in the papers

about them funds
that went missing.

So George and Joe and me

raced down to the offices
to go through the books

before the whole committee
could get started on it.

And there was
something badly wrong.

Joe couldn't explain
it. He was baffled.

Well...

Joe wasn't any good at figures.

He had to get a mate to
work out his darts score.

Anyway, George had to go,
and I had an evening meeting.

So we left Joe in the office.

And what mood was he in?

Oh, he was angry and frustrated.

Confused.

Oi. Get off.

I believe that tripe was
a real treat 'round here

in the old days.

Did your mother
ever give you tripe?

She'd rather have
seen us starve.

Get off. Go away.

We really ought to
speak to Lord McCready.

But unfortunately his office
can't find a window for us.

And he's essential
to your inquiry, is he?

Oh, yeah.

Yes. All in the
union's rule book.

It's Rule 10, Subparagraph 7.

Yes, Brian, the
gist of which is?

Well, McCready and Joe Walsh

were the only
people in the union

who had the power
to authorize payments

without going through
the executive first.

Of course, Sandra could just
barge into McCready's office

with her warrant card.

No, we wouldn't
want that, would we?

- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you, sir.

What did you think of Brendan?

Well, he comes
across as pretty straight.

Do you think anyone
admires their boss that much?

No resentment, no envy?

Well, that's the
way I feel about you.

No, not everyone's
fighting each other

to get up the greasy
pole, you know.

Maybe.

Hey, did you clock that stuff

about Joe Walsh
having no head for figures

and Brendan doing all the
details, the day-to-day stuff?

Yeah, maybe he was
on the hey-diddle-diddle.

Yeah, and Joe Walsh found out.

I tell you what we
do need to find out

is how he got the money to
buy that bloody great big boat.

Yeah.

How are you gonna
cook that stuff?

I don't know. I
haven't decided really.

Can't one of your chirpy
Cockney relatives tell you?

They're all dead.

I'm not surprised,
eating that shit.

Here we are.

That...

Carrion!

I beg your pardon?

The flesh of a
deceased creature.

I shouldn't be introducing that
kind of material into my system.

What?

Uhh. My body is a temple.

Suppose I could have a go
at the broccoli and tomato.

This is organic?

Have you been taking your pills?

Oh!

Am I not a picture of health?

Your pills are not
about how you look.

- Have you been taking them?
- Yes, of course.

Well, you've not taken today's.

That's because they
have to be taken with food.

They're just due now.

Swallow.

Brian. What's
Scruffy doing here?

That wasn't Scruffy.

That was me.

Right. Progress?

Well, Strickland's
managed to get us in

to see McCready this afternoon.

And I checked out Dyer's boat.

Brendan paid £7,000
for it in June 1975.

That's a few weeks
after Joe Walsh died.

Serious money in those days.

My first house
cost less than that.

Wish I could say the
same about my first wife.

That's way more than
Brendan Dyer earned in a year.

Well, we have to find out
where that money came from.

Brian, how are you getting
on with the union documents?

Oh, I'm struggling
with these accounts.

It's complicated stuff.

Well, I think we should discuss
these trade-union leaflets.

You know, it suddenly struck me.

Gerry and Jack and I

were represented by
the Police Federation

when we were in the job.

Yeah. Not that
we had any choice.

Yeah, but now we're in
UCOS, we're nonunionized.

So we're open to exploitation.

You know, we've no... we've
no collective-bargaining rights.

Ah, knock it off, Brian!

No, no, I'm serious. Look.

What about our
employment protection?

I mean, how do we deal
with health and safety at work?

Or, indeed, uh, discrimination

as regards gender
or disabilities?

Brian, we are in the
middle of an inquiry here.

Ethnicity! Child care.

It's a very good
question, Brian,

but I think we ought to
deal with these issues

when we're not in the
presence of management.

Good point.

Right, has anyone got
anything to say about the case?

Well, I've been looking
at the postmortem report.

I thought that was
straightforward... drowning.

Yes, but there were injuries

to the head and body
which were put down

to being swept into pilings
and bridges by the tide.

- Who did the postmortem?
- Dr. Ludlow.

Ah! Ah! Handy Andy!

Dr. Andrew Ludlow.

Struck off by the General
Medical Council, 1987.

Died 1998.

Shit. And Walsh was cremated.

Okay, get another pathologist
to look at the evidence.

Sandra, you know that
mate of mine, Frank Benson?

The union guy.

Yes, I think he could
be very useful to us,

but he's a bit
reluctant to talk to me.

I wonder if you'd
like to come along.

I mean, knowing
Frank, with a bit of skirt...

I mean, I think he'd probably
be more inclined to unbutton...

Um...

Would you come along with me?

- I'll come along.
- Thank you.

Karen?

I'm Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

I need to ask Frank
some questions.

Maybe he'll talk to her
if he won't talk to me.

It's really important. Honestly.

Okay.

Thank you.

- I bloody told you.
- Now, Frank. Ladies present.

Frank, I'm Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

We're reinvestigating
the death of Joe Walsh,

so I need to ask
you some questions.

All right. But I'm
not talking to him.

Come on, Karen.
Let's make some tea.

You were his best man.
How'd you fall out with Jack?

Miners' strike.

Orgreave, '84.

I was a TUC observer
on the picket line

when your lot rode us
down, swinging batons.

Jack had nothing
to do with Orgreave.

How a man with Jack
Halford's background

could stay in the
police after that...

20 years. Ooh.

Long time to hold a grudge.

Not where I come from.

So you're a lifelong
trade unionist?

I was down the pit first off,

and then I became
an NUM official.

And after that I got
the job with the TUC.

And you were involved
in the dock strike in 1975.

I was the liaison between
the crane drivers and the TUC.

But you know all this.
You got it on file. Come on.

Okay.

Joe Walsh. Were
you close to him?

He could have been the
greatest working-class leader

since Nye Bevan.

So they had to take
him down, of course.

- "They"?
- MI5. The state.

- They had us all sewn up.
- How did they do that?

A paid agent did it. A Judas.

There was a mole right
at the heart of the union.

And he cooked the books.

And he killed Joe Walsh.

So you're saying
that an MI5 agent

framed and murdered Joe Walsh.

It's standard procedure.

They tried it on Scargill
in the miners' Strike.

They tried to fit him up with
taking backhanders from Libya,

but they couldn't make it stick.

They didn't try to murder him.

Who do you think this mole was?

As God is my
witness, if I knew him,

I would have topped the
bastard with my bare...

Karen.

Karen.

Don't worry, Gramps.
We'll sort it out.

Let's get you to the
bathroom. You better go.

Thank you.

So do you believe
in this MI5 mole?

Well, not just on the basis
of some old lefty's paranoia.

I was hoping he'd
give us some evidence.

Names, dates, times, places.

Yeah, well, we're not
gonna sweat those out of him

in his condition, are we?

£31.79.

.79.

What .79?

Oh, come on, Brian.
You've got to do it. Do it.

Come on, Bri.

Oh, dear!

Shut up.

All right.

You stay there, Scruffy.

You all right?

I'll not be long.
I'll be back soon.

Gerry will be here in a minute.

Come on, Brian.

Our colleague Brian Lane
seems to be unavoidably detained.

McCREADY: Of course, I'm very
familiar with the work of UCOS.

I have to say you're
doing a wonderful job.

I checked the clear-up
figures. Outstanding.

Thank you.

You were treasurer of the
crane drivers' union in 1975.

When did you first become aware

that there was something
wrong with the accounts?

I was an elected official

responsible for taking an
overview of financial matters.

Day-to-day transactions
were in the hands

of a full-time union
employee, a bookkeeper.

- Who was that?
- That was dear old Glenys.

Glenys Heyford.

Served the union
all her working life.

An absolute treasure
in many ways.

But if the truth be told, she
wasn't really up to the job.

Do you know how
we can contact her?

Glenys is long gone.

That we're used to.

Now, Glenys dealt with
the day-to-day figures.

Shortly before Joe Walsh died,

I was working with her on
a union executive meeting.

We realized funds were missing.

Then the matter was
leaked to the press.

By whom?

We never got to
the bottom of that.

After Joe died, no one
had the heart to pursue it.

Who knew at that point?

Me, Glenys, Joe Walsh.

Brendan Dyer.

I suppose if Brendan knew,

he might have told
Rose and Anita Walsh.

Why would he tell Anita?

Anita used to help
out in the office

in her school holidays.

So you don't know
who leaked to the press.

Any idea who took the money?

All I can tell you

is that Joe took the
publicity terribly badly

and was found dead
shortly afterwards.

Well, you see,
that's the whole point

of free collective bargaining.

You follow me?

Go on, mate. Get
yourself signed up.

Join the whatever it is.
The... The flunkies' union.

I mean, you've every right.

You're only a worker
in a-a toff's jacket.

Just because you speak
with a mouthful of plums

doesn't mean you
haven't got workers' rights.

Hang on. One... Just one
second. It's... It's here somewhere

Just get the glasses on.

- Much better.
- Our colleague, Brian Lane.

Lord McCready.

Ah, yes, Lord McCready.
How do you do?

Now, I just want to have
a quick word with you

about trade-union rights.

You see, as this book
clearly demonstrates,

in the miners'
strike in the 1980s,

the government used
the Security Services

to try to smear Arthur
Scargill and the NUM.

- Brian, can we stick to...
- We see a pattern emerging.

The same tactic was
used against Joe Walsh

and the crane drivers'
union 10 years previous.

We're supposed to be investig...

And my question
is, Lord McCready...

As a former officer of
the Police Federation,

I am well aware
of the tactics used

by a ruthless secret service

intent on undermining quite
legitimate trade-union activity.

Brian.

What I want to know is,

have I been a victim of this
totally unacceptable intrusion

into my private life?

It's an interesting
question, Mr. Lane,

but I don't see what relevance
it has to this investigation.

Ha!

So my answer is "no comment."

Oh, "no comment."

McCREADY: Now,
if you'll excuse me,

I have another appointment
with the select committee.

Oh, yes. Wouldn't you know?

No comment. No comment.

I think we'll leave
it there for the time.

- I had a valid point to make.
- Yes, you did. And you made it!

- Did I or did I not?
- You did!

Didn't I have a valid point?

- Yes, and you made it!
- Yes, he knows I made it.

Surely I had a point...

didn't I?

Scruffy!

This was all in
front of McCready?

I've seen him be weird,

but I have never seen
him behave like that.

- Have you?
- No. Never.

I mean...

But despite that, we
actually made lots of progress

because McCready told us

that Anita was
involved in union affairs.

- So she was bullshitting us.
- Yes.

Scruffy?

- Where's Scruffy?
- Oh, listen, mate...

- Scruffy?!
- It's all right, it's all right.

Poor little sod was
sick down there,

so I phoned Esther, she
came and took him home.

Everything's all right.

He's fine.

Yeah.

Use your phone? Private call.

- Sure.
- Private.

Yeah. That's fine.

He's never made a
private call before, has he?

Hello, uh, Brian Lane here.

Mm-hmm.

These natural remedies
you've got me taking...

How long before
they start to kick in?

Oh, well, I-I...

I can't hear... I can't hear.

I'm feeling really odd.

I think my psychic energy's
not being properly balanced.

Have...

Have I been taking what?

This has got nothing to do
with conventional medication.

I don't wish to discuss
conventional medication!

Why can't you just
answer the bloody...

Uh... She's obviously
hiding something,

so I think we ought
to go and see her.

And we need to find out

if there really was
a mole in the union,

and if so, who it was.

Yeah.

Brian. You all right, mate?

Surely we're missing
the main point here.

Jack, Gerry...

We're helpless!

Are we?

So what about if
we form ourselves

into a democratic
collective body

which can resist exploitation
and oppression by solidarity

with the working-class
movement as a whole.

Now, I've done a bit
of work on this, in fact...

I've drafted a constitution
and standing orders

based on Walter Citrine's

"The Labour Chairman
and Speaker's Companion."

Brian, why don't we just...

Please, Sandra!
This is important!

Will you let me finish?!

All right, Brian, it's
okay. We're listening.

Look, we are many,
and they are few.

From each
according to his ability,

to each according
to their needs.

I move next business.

We must secure for the
workers, by hand or by brain,

the full fruits of their labors.

Point of order.

Ah! Yes! You see?

The chair acknowledges
Brother Halford.

According to Citrine, the
motion to move to next business

takes precedence over
any current discussion

and must be put to the
meeting and voted on.

Does it?

All those in favor of
moving to next business?

Yeah. Carried overwhelmingly.

And there is no
further business.

The meeting is closed.

I'll put these in the
car. I'll get him home.

- Brian?
- I'm going to bed.

Hi, Gerry. Jack.

- Esther.
- Esther.

Has he been taking his pills?

To be honest, I've
been wondering that.

Think he put them in here.
Yeah, here they are. Look.

When are they
supposed to be taken?

Oh, these are his morning ones.

Oh, that's all right.
He's taken that, yeah.

These are lunchtime.
They seem to be up to date.

I've been keeping an
eye on his evening ones.

What the bloody hell is that?

Maybe he needs a stronger dose.

I'm not sure that's possible.

Hello?

More questions?

I hope this isn't
gonna take long.

You told us you weren't involved
with your father's union work.

All right.

Look, the truth is, I
didn't want to go there.

I've had to go through a lot

dealing with what
happened to my dad.

So if I have to revisit
the time of his death,

then I think I'd rather
do it with a shrink

and not a detective.

- No offense.
- None taken.

I do understand
what you mean, Anita.

I lost my dad when I was 14,

and I'm still working
it out, shrink and all.

Do you fancy a drink?

Yeah, I think I might
have gone off duty.

Oh, these trips down memory
lane never do me any good at all.

40 years.

Old Frank wasn't a
bad-looking lad in those days.

And you.

As Frank said in his speech,
you were an English rose.

Oh, I know I should have
made up with Frank years ago.

And now he hasn't got long.

Oh.

That picnic.

He got plastered.

I bet that was one lost
day in his precious diary.

Of course!

The bugger always kept a diary!

I could get used
to a place like this.

Yep. The truth
is, I've got it all.

But I still keep on striving...

Churning out the books,
sweating over the reviews,

totting up the royalties.

You're just like me.

Beavering away, waiting for
that pat on the head that says,

"Yep. You've done
enough. Daddy's pleased."

And now it's never gonna come.

And it may never have anyway.

Surely he'd have
been very proud of you.

Oh, he'd have
hated the stuff I write.

My dad's idea of a good read
was Jack London or Maxim Gorky.

He even thought Orwell
was a bourgeois sellout.

Anita...

did anything in your
father's behavior

suggest to you that he thought

that somebody in his intimate
circle was spying on him?

Because at the time, there
was this strong suspicion

there was an MI5
mole in the union.

I made the tea.

I wrote slogans on placards.

I wasn't in the loop, Sandra.

Turn that light off!

If they're out
there, they'll know!

What? Who'll know what?

Shhhh!

If they're out there watching,

they'll know I'm
sweeping the house.

Sweeping it?

- For bugs.
- What?

- Electronic listening devices.
- That's ridiculous.

Brian, there is nobody watching
this house, and you know it.

Esther, I've been a
policeman and a unionist.

And no one knows better than I

the lengths to which
these spooks will go

to obtain useful information!

You haven't got any
useful information.

What?

You haven't...

You have not got
any useful information.

You've no idea the lengths
to which these people will go!

Brian, that looks
incredibly dangerous.

You've been throwing your
pills away again, haven't you?

- Don't be ridiculous.
- I found one in the plant pot.

That was a slug pellet.

There aren't any
slugs in my house.

That's because they're
exceedingly good pellets.

Come back to bed, Brian.

Ooh hoo.

How's that?!

You see, I'm a great
loss to English cricket.

I mean, I've got the
talent but no coaching.

- Morning, Gerry.
- What did you do to your head?

Nothing.

I've been talking to Esther.

You've been a very bad boy.

Yeah, well, Esther gets
some daft ideas in her head.

You haven't been
taking your medicine.

She doesn't understand, Gerry!

I can't go on poisoning
my system with chemicals.

The point is, your
system poisons itself

if it's left on its own.

Your body's churning
out dodgy chemicals.

And that's why you
need these to level it out.

I'm all right, really.

No, you're not, Brian.

I've got to tell you, mate. You
haven't been doing your job.

- Oh, come on.
- No, no, listen.

This team relies on you

to do the balls-aching
crap like these accounts.

But you've been
dodging the column.

Yeah, well, it's difficult.

No, it's impossible if you don't
look after yourself properly.

Now, come on. Take this.

Go on.

Here.

And no cheating.

Open wide.

No. Again. Come on. Properly.

Yeah. Good boy.

Now, we're gonna
carry on like this,

and in no time at all you'll
be back to your old self.

Which is quite bad enough.

He was really bad this morning,
so I sent for the ambulance.

Let me know when I
can see him. If he'll let me.

Really, he'll want you to.

He was so glad you got in touch.

Thanks for this, Karen.
We'll take good care of it.

30th of April, 1975.

Total checks and
cash received...

£2,375.49.

Hold on, hold on. Look.

14th of May.

£2,375.49 paid into the bank.

There's a pattern emerging!

Not to me there's not.

Morning, Brian. Morning, Gerry.

Morning, Sandra. Morning, Jack.

- How you feeling, Brian?
- Yes, fine, fine.

We're on the trail.
We're cooking with gas.

Got Frank's diaries.

He never used names
in his diaries, only initials.

J.W., B.D., G.M., M.S., G.H.

So J.W... Joe Walsh.
B.D... Brendan Dyer.

G.M... George McCready.

- What are the other initials?
- Uh, M.S.

No, that doesn't
ring any bells at all.

- Can you check with Dyer?
- Yeah, sure.

Listen to this. It's a corker.

"G.M."... That's McCready.

"Late for meeting,
looking flustered.

Lipstick on collar.

G.H. arrived just
after, breathless.

Halfway through meeting
before she realized

she hadn't done up
all her blouse buttons."

Now, that's what I
call industrial action.

McCready spent his whole life

under the suspicion
of sexual impropriety.

G.H. Who's G.H.?

Glenys Heyford. The bookkeeper.

She's all over these documents.

So we've got the treasurer
knocking off the bookkeeper

and, 30 years on,

misrepresenting her
as an incompetent.

- Nice man.
- I've got it!

This is an old-fashioned fraud.

It's called "teeming
and lading."

You take money out in cash,
and you make up the difference

by banking part of
next month's income

as if it was this month's.

So that's why the
banking was done

a fortnight after the
accounts were recorded.

Exactly.

But you can't keep
that up for long, surely.

If you keep taking cash
out, there must be a deficit

that next month's
income can't cover.

Sure.

And if you're not
gonna be caught out,

you need to make
up the deficiency

with lump-sum payments
from somewhere.

In this case, checks
coming in from a bank

that's known to do a lot of
business with the Soviet Union.

So Soviet checks were coming in,

and cash was surreptitiously
being taken out.

Joe Walsh couldn't
have set this up.

But he should have spotted it.

No, no, no. He
wasn't into figures.

Not a man for detail.

Well, the way things
were run at the union,

it had to be the treasurer and
the bookkeeper working together.

I had a workplace liaison
with an older woman.

So what?

Good grief. People
were at it all the time.

We're talking about
your complicity in a fraud.

When Joe Walsh was found dead,

that seemed to
confirm his responsibility

for the financial
irregularities.

Nobody looked very
hard at the evidence.

But it is all there.

See if you can get a
prosecution going, then.

I know what you'll
get from the DPP...

"Not in the public interest."

You think you're fireproof.

So you were the
MI5 mole in the union.

Joe Walsh was on the verge

of bringing down a
Labour government.

I did what I thought was right.

Oh.

You haven't exactly suffered
for it, have you, my lord?

Joe Walsh wasn't only framed,

he died under
suspicious circumstances.

Now, we've had a pathologist

look at the reports
and the photographs.

And she says that he could
have been struck over the head

before he entered the water.

Now, wait a minute.

Since he wasn't
responsible for the fraud,

he hardly had a
motive for suicide.

We're treating this as
a murder investigation.

No, no.

I cooked the books for HMG.

But I didn't kill Joe.

That day in the office, I went
straight to a public meeting.

There were witnesses,
minutes taken...

Even, if I remember
right, photographs.

We'll check.

If you must.

But if Joe really
was murdered...

Well?

I left him with Brendan
Dyer the day he died.

Now, there was a
man with a motive.

He wanted Walsh's job?

Jealousy.

When Brendan was
on the picket line,

Joe was shagging his wife.

Rose.

No, of course I couldn't
have afforded this

on what I was earning.

Rose's aunt in New Zealand
died, and she didn't have any kids.

So she left Rose, you know,
a tidy little sum for them days.

So that's one matter cleared up.

Now, we've been going
through Frank Benson's diary.

Now, we've identified
most of the initials,

but there's one
that still puzzles us.

M.S.

Oh. Sorry about that. Excuse me.

M.S.

Yeah. "M.S. put his oar in.

Same old bullshit.

Got up J.W.'s nose
more than ever."

That'd be Trotsky.

Trotsky?

Yeah, well, that's
what Joe called him.

It was Mark somebody.
Mark Seroyan... That's it.

Seroyan?

He was a student. Fancied
himself as a political activist.

Was always flogging newspapers
down at the dock gates.

Then when the strike kicked
off, well, he was all over us, right?

So we let him do
the photocopying

and make the tea and
that because he loved it

and we needed all
the help we could get.

I think he thought it was
act one of the revolution.

And Joe Walsh didn't like him?

Nah. Couldn't
stand the little pillock.

I mean, Joe was on strike in
order to save the docks, right?

Last thing he needed was
some kid running around,

winding the lads up to
make impossible demands.

Ooh, and he'd
have gone ballistic

if he'd have known about Anita.

Known what?

Well, Anita and him,

they had a bit of a do
together, you know?

And Joe didn't know?

No, like I said, there'd have
been bloody trouble if he had.

Brendan, we're gonna
have to talk to Rose.

Oh, she's at home, packing.

I'll write the address
down for you.

Thanks.

You'll have to be quick.

We are catching
the evening tide.

You hope.

McCready told Sandra
that Joe Walsh and Rose

were having a bit of a thing.

Christ, I miss the '70s.

Sandra, yeah,
we've identified M.S.

A guy called Mark Seroyan.

And we've just been told

that he was having a
thing with Anita Walsh.

Well, he's in for £20 million
by Friday evening, or he's out.

I've got investors fighting
for a piece of this stadium.

They're in the office right now.

Well, the ball's in his court.

The Olympics are doing
wonders for the East End,

I believe, Mr. Seroyan.

Well, if you take the risks,
you deserve the rewards.

The revolution's
been postponed, then?

Capitalism is revolution.

Marx understood that.

I mean, look at the
docklands 30 years ago

and the docklands today.

"All that is solid
melts into air."

"All that is holy is profaned."

"Communist Manifesto." 1848.

Yeah, but that's not
what we're here about.

You were involved with
the crane drivers' union

at the time of Joe
Walsh's death.

That's putting it strongly.

I was trying to influence
the line the union took.

And quite frankly, I
wasn't very successful.

Which is no bad thing,
in the light of history.

We understand there was friction
between you and Joe Walsh.

At the time, I would have
called it comradely disagreement.

Anita Walsh.

Ah. Anita.

Hasn't that kid done well?

I think she might be
worth more than me.

You had a relationship with her.

Student holds
hands with schoolgirl?

Not what I call a relationship.

Where were you the
night Joe Walsh died?

With Anita, actually.

I, uh...

I dragged her off
to an Italian film.

"The Organizer."

Marcello Mastroianni as a
19th-century trade unionist.

We snogged in the back row.

Ask her.

I thought we were
totally discreet.

When you're playing away,
someone always clocks it.

So you're confirming that you
had an affair with Joe Walsh?

They say power
is an aphrodisiac.

Well...

It worked for me.

Joe was a very impressive man.

- Did Brendan know?
- No.

Does he know now?

If it had been anyone
else, I would have told him.

And I would have felt better
in my conscience for doing so.

But...

Brendan worshiped Joe.

He loved him far
more than I ever did.

And it would have been like

taking something
precious from him.

Well, we're going to have
to put it to Brendan now.

We're looking at
motives for murder.

Well, I'll tell him.

No, I'm sorry. That's
not how it works.

Brendan, this is going
to be very difficult for you,

but there's no way
I can wrap it up.

When did you find out
that Rose and Joe Walsh

were having an affair?

She was?

Rose confirmed it.

Agh! You're lying.

No, Brendan.

Well, I want to
talk to Rose, then.

Yes, I can appreciate that.

But it's important
that you talk to us first.

This is a murder inquiry.

Yeah, but you... you can't...

You can't live with
somebody for 30 years

and just not know them.

Well, that's the question.
Did you know at the time?

Well, of course not!

Otherwise, everything would
have been different, wouldn't it?

Maybe everything was different.

Maybe you've been painting
a picture all these years,

protecting the memory
of a fallen comrade.

No!

Did you kill Joe Walsh?

No! No!

I didn't know
anything about this.

Look, I mean,

you two have just blown
my whole world apart.

In your last interview
you said that,

on the night Joe Walsh died,

you left him in the office
while you went off to a meeting.

Who was that meeting with?

Well, uh, we were talking to

the miners' and the
railwaymen's union

about them coming
out in sympathy.

I mean, it all had to be
done very much on the quiet,

you know, 'cause we just assumed

that the union
was being spied on.

And can anyone
you met confirm this?

Yeah.

Um...

Well, uh...

We... We are talking about
the leadership of these unions

30 years ago.

They're all dead.

Yeah.

Brendan, your alibi is that
you had a secret meeting

with people who
are no longer with us.

Alibi?

Mark Seroyan?

Christ, where did
you drag him up from?

He says you were both
at the pictures together

on the night of
your father's death.

Well, it's not something
you're likely to forget, is it?

- So you can confirm that?
- Sure.

I spent the entire evening
watching heroic workers

battling against the
repressive state apparatus...

As if I didn't get
enough of that at home...

Whilst being groped
by a spotty student

who smelled of baked beans.

The first in a long line of
romantic disappointments.

Brendan was miles
away the night Joe died.

I made sure of that.

Because Joe and I were together.

Where was this?

In the... in his office.

That's where we always met.

So you were together.

Yes.

And the doorbell rang.

But we ignored it.

And it kept on ringing, and then
there was banging on the door.

And it was this young lad, Mark.

They used to call him Trotsky.

Joe said I should go.

But I wanted to know what
was going on so I stayed.

And Mark seemed very scared.

He wanted to talk
to Joe about Anita.

Apparently they had
been having a relationship.

I'm not your comrade,
you pathetic little tosser!

You telling me you've been
sniffing 'round my daughter?

Joe was really losing it.

So, what did you do then?

Well, I was afraid something
awful might happen.

Joe had a terrible temper.

Come on, you little toe-rag!

And I kept thinking I
should do something.

And then Anita suddenly
turned up out of nowhere.

Dad, for God's sake,
you're killing him!

Get off!

Get him off me!

And he goes down.

Dad!

Dad, please!

I've killed him.

And then the two
of them are talking.

Anita, please!

- Leave this with me.
- I've killed him!

Come here. Just go! Go!

You were never here! Understand?

Just go! Go!

Well, Anita ran
off and so did I.

But you never did
anything or told anyone?

He was dead.

What good could I have done?

And think of the harm.

Harm to Brendan. Harm to Anita.

Think about it.

You should have gone
to the police, Rose.

Well, don't you think I
have questioned what I did

every single day of my
life for the last 30 years?

Okay, Jack.

Yeah, thanks. Bye.

I'm sorry, Anita, but I'm
going to have to ask you

to accompany us to the station.

What?

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of murdering Joseph Walsh.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense...

I know all that off by heart.
I've written it enough times.

You could make a macro of it.

Then you'd only
have to hit the one key.

Let's go.

A witness puts you on
the quayside with Walsh,

unconscious, perhaps dead.

Did you put him in the river?

That's, uh, not
quite how it was.

After Anita went, I, uh...

I threw the pipe into the river.

I thought... I don't know.

Fingerprints, evidence. I-I
wanted to confuse things.

I needed to make it
look like an accident.

So I decided to pull Joe's
body into the water too.

Come on, you little...

It was an accident.

He lost his balance.

He never came up again.

Did Anita know about this?

Uh...

I only spoke to her the once

to make sure we
were on the same page

about where we were that night.

I wanted to tell
her what happened,

try to explain, but, uh,
she was so angry with me.

You didn't tell her he
wasn't already dead?

I couldn't.

How could I tell
her what I'd done?

We didn't speak again.

You mean I didn't kill him?

No.

He was alive when
you left the scene.

Whether the injury was
ultimately the cause of death,

well, I can't decide on that.

But we'll submit a report to
the Crown Prosecution Service.

And then they'll decide
who gets charged with what.

A 30-year nightmare.

I want you to know

that I think this inquiry
has been quite outstanding.

Good of you to say so, sir.

I mean, we've been dabbling

in some pretty deep
and murky waters...

Politics, Security
Services and so forth.

But we've shown
no fear or favor.

And I think we've come
through it with flying colors.

Well, it's been
a team effort, sir.

Yeah, well, Brian's achievements

in forensic accountancy

deserve a special
mention, I think.

Absolutely. Yeah.

Thanks very much.

No, I mean that's what
cracked the case wide open...

Brian following the
paper trail like a...

Ferret. Right little ferret.

Y-Yes.

Following it relentlessly
to a remarkable conclusion.

I don't know what
you've been taking, Brian,

but perhaps we
should all be on it.

Uh-huh.

First thing this morning.

Well, it's a result but
not the one I expected.

Yes, well, uh...

- You look after yourself, Frank.
- Ah.

Jack...

I never told you how
sorry I was about Mary.

Yeah, well, you don't need to.

I was more than...
More than sorry, Jack.

I was heartbroken.

I can say it now.

I was in love with her.

Ever and always.

Look, you don't have to...

I do need to... I
need to tell you.

I tried to take her from you.

Bloody hopeless.

Now, she did nothing
wrong. It was all on my side.

She kept it a secret
because of our friendship.

- Not the strike, then?
- Nah.

20 years of having

the world's happiest
couple shoved in my face.

Couldn't take it anymore.

Mind you, I still owe you a
bollocking over Orgreave.

Well, I've survived
a few of those.

Well...

- She was...
- Yes.

We best not leave it so
long next time, eh, Jack?

Best not.

So I suppose you think you're
a bit of a dark horse, eh, Mary?

Well, actually, I
knew all along.

I'm a detective, remember?

Didn't deceive me.

So you have no secrets,

no reason to feel guilty.

You just sleep easy, eh?

Good night, love.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

♪ High tech, low
tech, take your pick ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't teach
an old dog a brand-new trick ♪

♪ I don't care what
anybody says ♪

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